I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Economic Man needs no heart, because love and God are dead
Connection with a child can make routine day feel more meaningful
Until I can have the family I need, I’ll spend my Thanksgiving alone
Hugs from a sweet little girl can erase stress after long work day
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Rush Limbaugh is just as partisan and ignorant as MSNBC’s Ed Schultz
Few people want to admit it, but our society rewards conformity
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel